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For three days I've been suffering this muscle and bone pain. I also haven't been in the mood to do anything, though I managed to get some sun light on my skin.

House cleaning? Haha, only my bedroom. I know I have volunteered to free Kiara from it, you know with her being pregnant and all, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The last time I did was the day she told me she was pregnant.

Seriously, yesterday the pain traveled to my abdomen and it centers there until now. I have consulted with the doctor in our university clinic and she only suggested to take the pain killers. I kind of wished she would prescribe the stronger ones. As usual, they work but after a while the pain comes back.

It's just a matter of time until I realize what it is.

When I was sunbathing on the balcony this morning, I accidentally hit the door by the boobs. It hurt way more than it should. Wait, actually it shouldn't even hurt at all. That was when the realization hit me.

That time of the month is almost here.

I should've realized it sooner. I couldn't sleep with some certain positions. My breasts hurt when I lay on my stomach.

If it wasn't that time of the month, would it hurt this much? Because my regular period never hurt like this. I usually only have menstrual pain on the lower abdomen, and sometimes breasts. Hopefully after my period is over, my body won't hurt anymore.

Honestly, it lighten my heart a little. At least now I know why my body hurt so much. And those unreasonable cries and moodiness. I can get myself to be more productive and do things that are not moping on the bed. Such as chewing bland fruits as snacks, which is what I'm doing now.

This afternoon I have a meeting with the head treasurer to compile all the reports and financial statements from the council departments. It is scheduled at 1 pm, which is right about now so I click the link that the head treasurer sent me. It doesn't take long until I see an Arabian belle on the screen and our faces lit up at each other.

"Alana!"

"Naz!"

Nazreen. The other person Chester trusts so much that he pointed her as the head treasurer. However I am not greeted with her usual feature. Her long curly black hair is now covered with beige scarf. She looks pretty nonetheless. A second later the light on her face dims.

"How are you feeling?" she asks, concern trailing her voice. That's Naz for you, as sweet as always.

I lean to the screen and as if it was some kind of secret, I whisper, "Like shit." I lean back as I watch her expression turns sympathetic. "What's up, by the way?" I ask, my hands flailing beside my head.

"First thing, as you can see, I just converted to hijab!" she exclaims, a grin has made it's way back to her face. I can't resist a smile at her excitement.

"Why are you so happy about that?" I ask.

"Well, because..." She shrugs but her grin stays, struggling to find the word. "Because finally!"

Naz's gleaming face is enough to show that she's beyond happy to finally be a hijabi. She's a living proof that hijab is not a form of oppression. Naz wears it on her own will. She told me once that she'd wear it when she was sure and ready, and that time has come.

"Congratulations, Nazreen."

"Thank you, my dearest secretary," she teases and laugh. I roll my eyes first before joining the laugh.

"Since when?" I ask.

"Yesterday," she says casually.

I gape at her answer. I know it's recent because the last time I saw her on someone's instagram story, she still had her long hair braided. I just didn't think it's that recent. "What brought you ready?"